Sonnet 222

Think young man, what is it that draws you here?

What gives you such monotony of goal?

Be it a song that you so long to hear

Or something else to brighten your soul?

Think hard young man for surely you must know

That there are things that cast their spell on you,

Things that bid you come when you should go.

And things as strong as sun that fell on dew.

Young man, thinking is what brings you escape

Yet thinking is the farthest thing from mind.

Upon your shoulders nothing more can drape

As much as what now makes your eye go blind.

Young man this thing that fits you like a glove

Is so misnamed when it is called love.

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shawon1982's picture

its really wonderful. keep going!

Dr. Zayed Bin Zakir Shawon

Melissa Rives's picture

Wow, this is really good. I think that there is no cure for such as this. :)